57 incident or to grasp her shoulders between his hands, made him sometimes stop for a split instant, unconscious of himself, and scrutinize the face of someone with whom he was talking. They said the same things now as they, or other people, had said before in this very same office. They were in trouble. They had quarrelled with somebody else over money or land or cattle. They could no longer live with their wives or hus- bands. They expected death and wanted to make their wills. Listening all the while with professional care to their words, he watched their faces and was aware of something behind the words and faces, something that was unnamed for all their talk. When, back in the middle of the summer, he had seen Bunk Trevelyan's wife for the first time, he had not noticed her at all as an individual and could not have said whether her face was sadder than another. Sitting in his office, her small, dry- clay-coloured fingers clasped together with a painful stillness on the lap of her faded and sun-streaked blue crepe-de-chine dress, she had been like other women who had sat there, dressed in their good clothes for the occasion, and told him their troubles in just such a dead, monotonous, and impersonal voice. She had sat there with the look and the manner of all those other wives of croppers and poor farmers; having at that time no meaning except in so far as she had the meaning of those other women, no one of whom had meaning except that meaningless meaning of resemblance to all the others. She was, she had said in that fiat, impersonal voice, the wife of Harris Trevelyan; maybe he knew Harris Trevelyan, he had a little place out the Murray Mill road. " I don't believe I do," Mr. Munn had said. " He goes by the name of Bunk a right smart," she had con- tinued. " But that ain't his right and given name. Folks just call him that and there ain't no sayen why. But I call him Harris. Which is his right name." " I don't reckon I know him by that name." " He's a right tall man, taller'n most," she had said, with a flicker of pride in her voice. " He's got red hair."